Closing a Door...

...."it seemed endless, the journey seemed painful, closure had to come..."

It has been said, that what you leave behind not on your own accord can torment you and draw you back. It is as if your body wonders an endless almost dark tunnel of uncertainty and insecurity.  Here's that story, an episode of that moment in the life of a young girl who lost her smile and obtained an insecure form of living.

She left.  Walking out of the only world and life she had ever known.  Her feet walked the trails one last time, her hands caressed the twigs of happiness and her eyes absorbed and captured the images of the eternal picturesque scenes of her future life.

It was the last time she felt the pain of a thorn stab her fingers, it was the last time her nostrils would sneeze the moist scent of the succulent smells of her world, the dirt of the callejones, the pollen of all tiguilote trees, the smell of every mango and fruit's that emerged the nectar of life, the marañones, the jocotes.  She did not realize how much she would miss those in the next life.

Her gaze was lost into the llanos of color and wild adventures of her time there.  One last time she ran her fingers across the Escovilla plants, the ones she used to tie together and make mines for the cousins to fall, the one plant she used to cut to make a broom....that small flower that impregnated her mind with an image of love.

She touched her silk blonde hair, wiped a few tears, took a deep breath and turned....walking into darkness into the new life of darkness, coldness, and empty.

Her thin legs and arms could have hugged on that Guayaba tree, she could've climbed that mango tree, yet they were no fort to protect her.  She had everything to be happy in a world of wonders, fairies, glorious glee, and above all her best friends, her cousins and siblings were there.

Her little golden round eyes were slowly diluting into a small grain of nothingness....

Her world forever changed.....

This is a snap shot of a vision never forgotten, of her departure of a beloved world she had come to love to be taken into a world of unknown.

"...she met her opponent, the giant, the fierce beast of darkness and loneliness...she fought.."

[I should've published something like this way before I started the blog, yet again, as you come to learn about me, I am sporadic and you will find a lot of things that will make you go back and forth.  That is the beauty of putting things in words.]